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You empty out your stomach, |
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so everyone can see |
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that you are as black as the basement, |
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and just as wicked as me. |
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But my God, what a mess I've made, |
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My God, what a mess I made. |
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Staring away, I was now starving, |
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Oh but I will try, try and fake it. |
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You changed back into your clothes, while I was sleeping. |
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My body is sick, yeah, it never stops bleeding |
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I'm sure I know what you're going through- |
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Yeah, I call it therapy. (The world is yours, so take it.) |
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Therapy (I lost my mouth, can you speak for me?) |
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Staring away, I was now starving, |
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Oh but I will try, try and fake it. |
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It's all in a way your words will come out now, |
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'Cause I can't seem to doubt you. |
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Therapy (The world is yours, so take it.) |
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Therapy (I lost my mouth, can you speak for me?) |
